I want to get out of my skin
  and invent a new sin
I want to break all my bones
  and burn down my home
I want to stare into the windows
  of my soul
And see a sea full of eyes staring
  back at me
I want to escape the weight of
  all the worlds lies
And find the place were monsters
  and madness dance

negative words cut into me
they leave their wounds

old cuts flare up now and then
I hear the world screaming
I am not good enough,
even when I am the only person around

the negative voices in my head
are slowly quelled by the daily spiritual path
based on love and service,
and each subtle damage is being transformed
to scars that teach

all those people who say 'family is first'
you are wrong-
your life is first. you are first.
before any arbitrary connection through genetics
and where you spent your first years, family should not be first
you should know that the family you choose
comes first, but even before that
comes the right to choose your own family.

She wove a ring of Magic
and wore it like a crown.
Dancing in the Moon light
when no one was a round.

She wove a ring of Magic,
a spell that no one knew.
She casts it over Mortals,
the ones she wants to woo.

Maybe I wouldn't
mind being myself,
If others didn't have
such a problem with it.